in this life <br />there will be more questions than answers <br />everything seems to start with a what <br />followed up with when <br />and where but the most intriguing of course, <br />that which is unquenchable <br />that which demands the intervention of some <br />divinification <br />is the.....why? <br /> <br />so it is common: why me? why me? <br />why this? why did this happen to me? <br /> <br />fly to this world like a bird and gather the leaves <br />of whys <br />or just see them <br />they are like dusts, like sands of the shore, they are like <br />the particles in space, some meteors that they shoot <br />some planets unrevealed <br />some other galaxies unknown to us, <br /> <br />why? why? <br />it goes back again to why, it is true, this world is filled more <br />with questions <br />and the answers are getting less and less credible, <br />somehow others have given up the quest for answers <br />drowning in wine <br />and drugged themselves to this puzzle, this confusion, <br />this unknowables, <br /> <br />it is true, there must be a reason why, <br />we demand an explanation for the whys in our lives, <br />but then think somehow, <br /> <br />who are we to ask why? <br />we must go back to the basics of what, again for another start. <br /> <br />what are we? who are we? <br />we are but specks of light in the ocean of space <br />we are but the pebbles of the great rock <br />we are but fine granules of sand in the shore of this great universe. <br /> <br />i, think, let us be humble enough <br />to bow our heads, then look to the skies with awe and wonder, <br /> <br />then wait for a while <br />till the right when comes, then let us ask, why?<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/-131/
